its eerie call stretching across the Blackwood Forest. A s

p, her silver eyes scanning their battle-worn faces. Torches flickered along the cold st

ed for this. War

er forces were weakest. But she was no fragile lady waiting to be saved-she was a warrior, a rul

Scouts report movement in the Blackwood. D'A

old magic lingered in the trees and the spirits of the fallen were said

ere desperate

to fists. "Lucien thinks

nd worse-there are rumors

hough she forced her expr

ci

er. He was no ordinary vampire lord-he was cursed with power, a predator in the guise of a nobleman. Sh

s dif

made him

"Then we will meet them be

raised, armor clanked, and the smell of steel an

her stomach, she f

er of w

ng at the edge of her though

just be fought with steel-b

od, in the Camp of

war camp, casting flickering light on t

d. The Blackwood loomed around them, its twisted branches reaching like skeletal fing

n raised i

nsters were n

l it, do

d, stepped beside him. The man was a skilled warrior, but more impor

isting in the cold night air

od Moon is an omen, my lord. A

n eyes darkene

ust another battle

a rec

t of it stood I

wakened. Their

re would be n